#Trafalgar law x oc

[stararonia]

COURAGE IN A CAN

– pairing: law x f!reader

– nsfw: semi-public sex, mentions alcohol, fingering, choking, piv, Penguin is a wingman

– summary: Nami and Vivi decided to throw a Halloween Party in their apartment, with the rule that all guests are required to wear costumes. A certain college student wearing a snow leopard suit catches your eye.

You spotted Law across the room, his expression a mix of annoyance and reluctance. Luffy, who, dragged him along to Nami’s party, was off mingling with other guests leaving Law to fend for himself.

As you approached him, a playful smile tugged at your lips. “Not a fan of Halloween parties?” you teased.

Law rolled his eyes. “I’d rather be anywhere else right now.” He crossed his arms, the snow leopard ears on his head twitching slightly as he glanced around at the costumed guests. “Too crowded.”

“Law, it’s a party. Nami’s party to be specific.” You laughed.

“Yo Law!” Shachi yelled, jumping him from behind and dangling his arms over his shoulders. In a half-drunken state, he handed him a half full can of beer. “Have a drink…” he slurred, drool dripping on his shoulders.

“No.” Law replied. However, he didn’t give the can back. Penguin approached you three and pulled Shachi off him, playfully punching Law’s shoulder.

“Live a little!” He insisted, taking a swig of his own can. “I hope to not see you at the dorm room tomorrow, okay?” He looked at you, lifting his eyebrows. With that said, Penguin left, his plastic beak falling on the floor as he wiped beer off his mouth.

Exasperated, Law brought the can to his lips and drank.

“Not bad.” He admitted, looking at it suspiciously. Then he looked at you, taking another drink and passing the can your way. “Not bad at all.”

Smiling, you accepted it and finished the rest.

“How drunk are you?” You whispered in Law’s ear as he pinned you against the cool wall of the apartment’s bathroom.

“Mmm, not much.” He murmured, biting your lip. The noises of the party were loud, the smell of smoke and pizza didn’t intrude your private moment. All of those noises faded as you two gave each other the attention deserved.

“Just enough to get reckless?” You asked, taking the snow leopard ears off his head. You cupped his face with both hands, and looked at him with a half-lidded smile.

“Only reckless with you.” He replied in a husky tone, closing the gap between your faces. Law picked you up and placed you in the bathroom counter, not breaking the kiss.

Both of you were naked, and the heat radiating between your bodies made you two sweat. Law’s delicate fingers explored your body as the kiss grew passionate. His grip, touches, and hold on your skin was tantalizing as he moved his lips to the column of your throat, licking and biting from the base up to your lips.

“Ah-” you moaned, wrapping your hands around his neck as his fingers met your entrance. When he slowly penetrated you and kept a steady pace, Law smirked. “Mmm, I think I like you.” You whispered as you supported yourself on the counter. Your body followed his movements and pace.

“Really?” Law inquired, lifting an eyebrow as he quickened his pace, grabbing your neck, lightly choking you. “I’ve had practice.” He inserted a third finger and put his thumb on your clit, gently brushing against the sensitive area.

“Oh?” You breathed, shivering. You gripped the edge of the counter tightly and closed your eyes, letting the pleasure wash over you. Law had his free hand pin one of your wrists firmly down, making sure you didn’t have a change to escape his grasp. “Well whoever gets fingered by you is lucky as hell.”

Law stopped and took his fingers out, replacing them with the tip of his erection. “I don’t get like this with anyone.” He replied darkly. Then he slipped in, receiving a moan from you.

“Mmm,” you groaned, pulling him closer. “Then…how?” You whispered in his ear, biting it.

“I read.”

Law put his hands on your thighs and slammed into you, hitting the spot inside that had been neglected for so long.

Fully sheathed in you, Law groaned as you two shared another kiss. Both sets of lips showed no care with each others’ as they collided. The kiss was desperate and the mix between your saliva and alcohol you two drank was a reminder that liquid courage went a long way.

“You feel incredible.” He moaned into your shoulder, his hair lightly tickling your face.

You two surrendered your sensations and vulnerabilities to each other, listening to the sound of skin on skin as the night passed by.

Without realizing it, you two followed Penguin’s request. Law wasn’t in his room the next morning.

[hana-san]

Just some silly things for a day

(Its my tik tok btw you can check it out)

[lb-secret-shh]

Trafalgar Law x AFAB Reader/Self insert (the art below is the self insert but the writing is x reader)

SMUT 🔞 Established romantic relationship, reader is making a goof and being a little shit, I haven’t written smut in actual years please be kind,

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The deep short thrusts hit you just right from the tall lithe man positioned behind you. Sounds of your arousals mixing together in the wet squelch of your pussy taking him were accompanied by the soft moans and whines from the two of you. On your hands and knees you couldn't help but arch your back and fall into the soft pillow before you, clinging to it in building ecstasy and pressing your ass into his hips in the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Ah- C-captain," Each motion causing his tip to rub against your cervix and his balls to tap against your clit brought you closer and closer to your high, your brain getting hazier the closer you got.

A deep chuckle rumbled behind you and you felt Law's slender hands move from their grip on your hips to the space beside your head, the tips of his fingers dancing along the skin of your sides before finding their purchase there. His movements inside you never ceasing all the while. The heat of his chest radiated on your back as his lips placed tender kisses against the base of your neck to the shell of your ear.

"We're a little past Captain and Subordinate, don't you think?" You could hear the cocky smile on his lips as his words dripped sultry and sarcastic against your ear. His words snapped you right out of your haze.

The sudden jolt from you caused him to stutter his motions, taken off guard and leaning back a bit. With a quick movement onto your elbows, pressing your back into his chest, you turned your head over your shoulder to look at him with wide eyes and a stupid smile.

"Gasp! Are we friends?!?" Your eyes twinkled with a mischievous glee, enjoying the shift from a look of surprise, to his usual look of an unamused grimace when you've said something truly stupid. A warm hand pushed your head back down onto the pillow with a soft fwup, eliciting a string of giggles from you.

"Shut up," Despite his demeanor his words held no bite, and you could have sworn you heard his smile. The hand atop your head soothed through your hair then leaned down and placed a few kisses against your shoulder, then against your temple on the side of your face not smothered in the pillow. "You're so annoying." He peppered a few more kisses to the side of your face before meeting your lips in a tender kiss. You shifted with him, turning more on your side, extending one leg between his own, flush with the mattress. In the movement he slid out of you eliciting a soft groan from both parties, and lifted your other leg over his hips. Pressing himself back into you, you both relished in the slick warmth of the other that was momentarily lost. With his lips against yours he began his movements again, this time deep long slow thrusts, enjoying the drag of his cock squeezed so lovingly by your walls. Each time he bottomed out he'd rock his hips into you, rubbing his tip against that sweet spot deep inside, making you whine into his mouth and run your fingers through his hair.

"Yeah," you mumbled between deep sweet kisses. "But I have a funny feeling you might like it." Your whimpers and moans mixed with giggles and the only response you got was a deep hum and a slight smile on his lips against yours.

(My warm up for today and yesterday was sketching then cleaning this piece)

[jeankluv]

Beg me || Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

Words: 2.4k

Summary: After arriving in Wano, your team starts discussing which role you will have to infiltrate in Wano but Trafalgar Law is against to the idea of you going with Robin, as a geisha.

Warnings: smut, nipple play, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, jealousy, possessive law, pet names, oral sex (fem receiving), masturbation

Note: Set during Wano arc before Luffy’s group arrives.

Materialist ✨

You arrived at Wano, around a week ago. Right now you were discussing which role each one of you were going to take to infiltrate in Wano.

“I will go with Robin, we could get more information if it’s two of us there.” You spoke.

“No, you won’t.” A voice from one corner of the room spoke.

You looked at him and you raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“With Nico Robin is enough, two will be too risky.” He said once again.

“But…”

“y/n, Torao is right. Don’t worry for me, I will be okay on my own.” Robin held your hands and smiled at you, you returned the smile but you were angry with him.

You stayed silent for the rest of the meeting, but looked at Trafalgar from time to time. Who was he to tell you not to do something? He wasn’t your captain, he was nothing for you. He was stubborn, cold and he didn’t like bread, who didn’t like bread? He made you angry, really angry. The meeting ended and you were the only one who was not going to infiltrate, you had to wait until Luffy’s group arrive, outside the flower capital. You stood up and followed the tattooed man who was the first one to leave the meeting.

“Who the fuck you think you are?” You stood in front of him. “You had no right to tell me what to do and what not to do Trafalgar.” You were angry and Law knew that.

“There was no point in you being there.” He said.

“Why? We could’ve gotten more information if I was there too.”

“So what you were going to seduce men and them give you information?”

“Exactly.” You tilted your head and smirked at him.

“Yeah I don’t think so.” He passed next to you and kept walking.

“Wait.” You followed him.

“You wouldn’t be able to seduce any man.” He said.

“What makes you think I can’t?” You said once again facing him.

“A little girl like you could never.” He said and entered the house he was staying in.

You said he was stubborn but you were as stubborn as he was. So you followed him, you wanted to prove him wrong and you would.

“I will prove it to you.” You entered and closed the door behind you.

He looked at you from where he was. “You are going to prove it to me? Oh y/n you won’t be able to prove anything.”

“I will make you beg for more Trafalgar.” You saw his Adam apple move, he was nervous, anxious, that made you smile.

You knelt in front of him. His eyes focused on you not blinking, not once. You started to touch him, his chest was now exposed, you could see his tattoos perfectly. Your hands started to trace the black tint on his skin.

“You are such a bad boy with all these tattoos right?” You smirked at him. “All this bad boy look you have, with your tattoos, piercings and that cold personality. When the truth is that you probably want someone to make you feel good, right Trafalgar?”

“Are you the one that will make me feel good, baby girl?” He said with a husky voice that made shake.

“I will but only if you are good to me.” You were too close, your lips almost touching each other.

He moved closer and tried to kiss you, but you turned your face away and smiled mischievously at him. He was starting to fall and you knew he would end up begging for you. You made him lie down and you placed yourself on top of him, you began to kiss his chest, going down his abdomen. It was then when you passed your hand over his bulge and you could see that it was already hard.

“What’s up with this Trafalgar I thought I couldn’t seduce a man?” You smirked, resting your hand on that place.

He cleared his throat. “Is not that you couldn’t…”

“And why is that? Tell me…” You said this time putting your hand inside his clothes and taking his hard member with your hand.

“Fuck…” He moaned, you were enjoying this. He was already like this and you didn’t even start moving your hand.

“Already moaning for me, you are as tough as it looks like, but remember Trafalgar I will make you beg for more.” You whispered into his ear and then you bit his earlobe. “Now tell me why you think I couldn’t.”

“Is not that you couldn’t…” His breathing started to be erratic as your hand started to move. “Is that you shouldn’t.” He whispered and letting out a moan.

“Why shouldn't I Trafalgar?” You kept on working on him, you wanted to make him almost reach his climax and then leave him.

“Because I…” He moaned again. “Fuck y/n! I…” He was shaking, you smiled, he was almost there. “Keep on going baby girl.”

And you did, you kept going but then you stopped. Law looked at you confused and trying to catch the air, while you smiled at him with a victorious smile. He begged for you and you were leaving him almost reaching his climax. You wanted to keep going, you were so hot and you wanted for him to fuck you sendless. The thought of having him, inside of you while him calling you pet names, was making you so wet and you couldn’t deny that more than one night you have touched yourself thinking about him, thinking about having those tattooed hands holding you down while crashing into you. But you were a very proud woman and you wanted to take revenge on Trafalgar that night and that’s what you were doing.

“Hey what…” He incorporated and dressed himself. “Where are you going?”

“To my place.” You smiled at him and turned.

You felt his big hand around your wrist, making you stop. “As if I’m letting you baby.”

“Oh? What’s this Trafalgar? You will start to beg?” You mocked him.

He smirked and fuck he was dead handsome, you wanted to kiss his lips so badly. “I will baby, if that means you will be mine.”

You bite your lip. “You want that Trafalgar? You want me to be yours?” You smiled at him.

He nodded and got closer to him but you backed up, you weren’t going to let things be that easy. He wanted you, then he should beg.

“Don’t tell me… the reason you refused to let me go with Robin, was because you didn’t want another man touching me?” You grabbed his chin and made him look into your eyes.

“Wasn’t it obvious, sweetheart?” He smiled with the cockiest smile.

It irritated you that you couldn't go with Robin, but the fact that the man in front of you had become jealous at the mere thought that you could be with another man was making you hot and you could already feel your entire being throbbing. You bite your lip, looking at his golden eyes and then at his messy dark hair. Fuck, you loved seeing him without his hat.

“C’mon baby, let me taste you.” He was now the one grabbing your face.

“Gentle Trafalgar or you won’t taste anything.”

You let him kiss you and for god's sake, that man knew what he was doing. You couldn’t lie that the thought of him being intimate with another woman made you feel some kind of jealousy because you wanted all for yourself. And you were going to have him, just for you.

He started to kiss your neck while trying, at the same, to undo the knot of your clothing, oh he was desperate. He groaned against your neck and started to go down your chest, leaving wet kisses in every place he was kissing. You separated from him and left your chest exposed in front of him.

“Do you want this Law?” You said touching your breasts.

“I want…” He said, grabbing you from your hips. “Please baby, let me…”

You observed his breath hitching when you took his hand and left it resting on your breast. He started to play with your nipples making you moan every time his mouth was on any of them. You started to play with his hair while he kept working on you. You could feel yourself getting more wet with each minute and you needed Law to start using his surgeon's fingers on your soaking pussy. But there was no way you were going to beg him for that. Law separated from you and began to take off his clothes, leaving him only in his underwear, which did not hide his bulge in his crotch. You licked your lips at the sight before you and like him, you took everything off leaving you in just your panties.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, you won’t even think again about another man in your life.” Law whispered into your ear and then kissed you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing yourself into his tattooed chest, skin against skin. The sensation was driving you crazy. His right hand started to move down further, until he was cupping your sex. His index finger presses against your clit making you moan instantly.

“So fucking wet just for me.” He whispered, starting to move his fingers over your panties making you move your hips, wanting more.

You gasped when he moved your panties aside and one of his fingers entered your pussy and started moving it. Fucking Trafalgar knew what he was doing with those fingers. Law introduced another one making you moaned even harder.

“Fuck…” You hold into him.

“What baby girl? Tell me what you need.” Law spoke.

“I need you… Touch me, fuck me Law.” You looked into his eyes and you saw the smile that appeared on his face.

He took your panties off and threw them somewhere in the room and after that he did the same with his underwear. Fuck he was big and thick, you were going to enjoy this. You laid down looking how he started to crawl to position himself above you.

“Are you going to fuck me already Trafalgar? Or are you going to look at me like you’re looking to a piece of meat?” You smirked at him.

“I’m going to fuck you like never before.” He pressed his forehead against yours. “And I’m looking at you like you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life.” Your stomach flipped, how was he able to say those words so easily?

You wrapped your legs around his hips, allowing him to enter you. You gasped when he started to enter on you, your walls stretching while he was pushing deeper inside your body. You arched your back at the sensation Las was causing throughout your whole body. Once he was complete inside of you he stayed there for a few moments, not moving, just heavily breathing. You started to move your hips, you wanted more, needed more.

“Baby, if you do that I won’t be able to last for long.”

“Not even 5 minutes Trafalgar? That’s a shame.” You mocked him.

“Don’t tempt me baby, I will fuck you all night.” He said and captured your lips starting to move his hips, crashing into yours.

You moaned against his lips and dug your nails on his back. Law began to speed up, grunting into your lips. You wanted to be on top so you broke the kiss with Law and made you turn around so you were finally on top of him. His dick felt even bigger in that position, making you gasp at the new feeling. You started to bounce on his dick up and down, while he enjoyed the view you were giving him.

“C’mon Trafalgar don’t be shy and touch me.” You told him with a mocking tone.

He swallowed and began to touch you, every part was touched by his long fingers, making you throw your head back, enjoying the pleasure that Law was causing you. You felt like he was burning you in every place where his fingers landed.

The room was filled with moans and the sound of skin slapping together. You began to speed up your movements, going down and up, you felt like you were about to come and you could feel Law throbbing inside you.

“Fuck y/n…” He grabbed you thighly. “I’m about to cum, go faster baby.”

“Me too.” You said with a broken voice.

Law turned you around in one quick movement and placed you under him. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you even closer to him, uniting your lips in a fiery kiss. He accelerated his stampedes and finally you came releasing a loud moan, moments later you felt him cum inside you. He stayed still, taking in air, just like you, who were breathing, trying to catch your breath. He came out from inside you and lay down next to you, neither of you said anything for a few minutes, you just stood there enjoying the silence. You lay on your side and looked at Law's profile, he really was a handsome man and that night he had been yours.

“I have to say, you surprised me, Law.”

He turned to look at you. “How is that baby? You didn’t think I was able to fuck you like you deserved?” He gave you a cocky smile.

“So now… say I'm able to seduce a man or…?”

“You want me to say that you are?” He leaned on his arm as he looked at you. “You are. But that’s not the reason why I didn't want you to go on that mission.”

“And what was the reason?” You leaned closer to him.

“You still don’t know baby?”

“I know… but I want you to say it Law, say it.” You whispered against his lips.

“I was so fucking jealous, thinking another man could touch you, could taste you, could have you.” Your noses were already touching. “Because I want you all to myself and now… I’m going to fuck you once again.”

He said and you smiled at him, kissing him once again. The night was going to be long but you couldn’t wait for more rounds.

[third-arch]

Trafalgar Meow

"zzzzz-mrrphh..."

Based on this image I found in my photo gallery :))

[fandomfablesunleashed]

Soft Respite

Law x she/her reader, established relationship, fluff

Summary: Amid his exhaustion, she gently soothes him with her love and care, turning his restless night into peaceful slumber, and he finally finds the courage to voice his feelings.

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She slips into the office quietly, carrying his favorite cup of coffee. The day has been long, and she can see the exhaustion etched into his features. Without a word, she places the coffee on his desk and moves behind him, her hands instinctively finding the tension in his shoulders. Her fingers begin to work skillfully, massaging the knots, and her touch is both soothing and deliberate. Leaning in, she presses a gentle kiss to the top of his head.

He exhales a small sigh of relief as her fingers dig into his tight muscles, the tension beginning to release under her skilled touch. The simple act of bringing him coffee and massaging his shoulders brings him comfort.

She continues her ministrations, her touch firm yet tender as she expertly works out each knot and eases the tension away. As she feels his muscles gradually relax beneath her fingers, she leans in closer, her voice a soft murmur as she asks, “Long day?”

With each movement of her hands, the tension slowly dissipates, replaced by a soothing calm that sinks deep into his core. Her touch is a perfect balance of gentle and firm, with each knot giving way under her care. He closes his eyes, allowing himself to get lost in the sensation as the day’s weariness catches up with him. At her question, he nods slightly, his voice gruff and tired, as he replies, “Yeah, it's been a long day”.

Her hands continue to work, moving to a particularly stubborn knot. Her fingers are focused and deliberate. She can hear the exhaustion in his voice and still feel the stress lingering in the tightness of his muscles. “You’ve been pushing yourself too hard again,” she says softly, her gentle rebuke tinged with concern. When he doesn’t respond, she sighs, “Don’t stay up too long. The bed is empty without you”.

He knows she’s right. He’s been driving himself too hard, working long hours, and ignoring the toll it’s taking—not just on him but on her as well. Yet, she’s always there, making sure he eats, urging him to sleep, and bringing him coffee when she knows he won’t rest.

Her quiet reminder about the empty bed stops him in his tracks. He looks up, meeting her eyes, her concern evident, and before he can stop himself, the words spill out: “I love you”.

She stops massaging his shoulders as he blurts out the words, her heart skipping a beat at the unexpected declaration. She’s been waiting for him to say it, but she didn’t expect it to come out like this, in the middle of the massage. The woman stares at him for a moment, her eyes widening in surprise and her heart racing in her chest. The office is silent, except for the sound of their breathing and the ticking of the clock on the wall. Then she smiles softly. “I love you too” she says, leaning in to kiss his cheek gently.

He can see the surprise in her eyes and immediately regrets blurting it out like that. He knows he should have waited until they were in bed, or maybe until she wasn’t in the middle of massaging his shoulders, but the words had slipped out before he could stop them. When she replies with her own, “I love you too” he feels his heart skip a beat. His cheeks flush slightly at her soft kiss, and he finds his voice again. “I’m sorry… I should have said it differently”.

She smiles again, her touch gentle as she resumes massaging his shoulders. She appreciates his apology, but she doesn’t really mind how he said it. The fact that he said it was enough for her. “It’s okay,” she reassures him. “I’m just glad you finally said it”.

He feels a wave of relief as she resumes massaging his shoulders, her soothing words easing his regret. A small smile spreads across his face at her reassurance, and he feels a flutter in his heart, coupled with a touch of embarrassment for not having said it sooner. “I should have said it sooner” he admits, his voice slightly sheepish.

She smiles at his sheepishness, finding it endearing. Her touch remains gentle as she continues the massage, aware of how difficult it was for him to express his feelings. “Better late than never” she replies with a soft chuckle, her tone teasing yet affectionate.

He lets out a small chuckle, his embarrassment fading at her words. The tension melts away under her touch as her gentle hands work their magic on his tight muscles. Her teasing is endearing and makes his heart flutter. “You’re too good to me” he says softly, his expression sincere as he turns slightly to look at her.

She smiles, her heart swelling with affection. Continuing her gentle yet firm massage, she responds warmly, “You’re worth being good to”. She sees the sincerity in his eyes and the tenderness in his tone. Though he struggles to express his feelings in words, she can sense the sincerity in the way he's looking at her now, as if he's speaking directly from his very soul.

He can’t help but feel a wave of gratitude and affection for her, knowing deep down that he doesn’t deserve her patience and understanding. Another soft sigh escapes him as the last remnants of tension melt away under her skilled hands. He turns slightly to look at her again, his eyes locking with hers. “I love you” he says again, this time more confidently, his voice firm and sincere. He wants her to know just how much he means it.

She smiles, her heart swelling with emotion, as he repeats those words. It's the second time tonight he’s said it, yet each time it sends a shiver down her spine. Pausing the massage, she gently cups his face with her hands, leaning down to kiss his forehead. She knows he’s struggling to express his feelings, but the fact that he’s trying and that he’s slowly opening up to her is enough. She whispers back, “I love you too”.

As her hands cupped his face, he couldn't help but feel a wave of emotion wash over him. The touch of her soft lips against his forehead makes his heart beat faster, and a surge of love fills him. He reaches up, gently cupping her cheek and pulling her down slightly until their foreheads rest against each other. He looks into her eyes, his gaze filled with affection. The office is silent except for the sound of their breathing, and for a moment, he forgets about work and the long day. All that matters is her.

She leans into his touch, her forehead gently pressed against his, their breaths mingling in the narrow space between them. For a moment, nothing else seems to matter; the world around them fades into the background as they remain close together. She can see the exhaustion in his eyes and the stress etched on his face, making her worry about him. However, at this moment, she sets those worries aside, savoring their closeness and intimacy. Her heart races, and a rush of warmth spreads through her body. Their gazes are intense and intimate. “You should go to sleep” she says quietly, her voice slightly hoarse.

He nods slightly, his forehead still touching hers. “I know” he replies softly. He understands he needs rest, but he's not ready to let go of her just yet. He pulls her down a little more until she’s practically sitting on his lap, her body pressed against his. His arms wrap around her, holding her close, and he buries his face in her hair. He inhales deeply, taking in her soothing scent.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she holds him close, her nose buried in his shoulder. A wave of contentment washes over her—the profound sense of belonging and being precisely where she’s meant to be. She whispers softly, her voice tender, “You’re exhausted”.

He lets out a small sigh, his hold tightening slightly. She’s right—he is exhausted. The day's events have taken their toll, and he can feel the weariness deep in his bones. He knows he needs rest, but there’s still work to be done. He remains silent for a moment, holding her close with his face still buried in her hair. He’s reluctant to admit just how exhausted he is, but he knows he can’t hide it from her—she understands him too well.

Feeling him tighten his hold, she senses the weight of exhaustion in his body. Despite his stubbornness and reluctance to admit his fatigue, it’s clear from the way he clings to her and buries his face in her hair. Gently lifting her head, she strokes the back of his head and speaks with a soft, resigned tone, “Drink your coffee and finish up. You’ve got half an hour before I drag you to bed”.

He lets out a soft huff, a blend of amusement and resignation.

“Half an hour?” he asks, his voice gruff but tinged with a smile at her gentle yet firm instructions. Reaching for his coffee, he takes a sip. It’s lukewarm now, but he doesn’t mind. He takes a few more sips, glancing between the paperwork and her face as her fingers continue to stroke his hair.

Observing his concentration as he tries to balance work with her insistence on rest, she maintains her firm but soothing touch. “Yes, half an hour. And that’s being generous”.

He sighs, mixing exasperation with acceptance. Knowing he won’t win this argument with her firm stance, he concedes, “All right, all right. Half an hour, I got it”. Another sip of coffee follows, but the paperwork blurs as exhaustion takes over.

He lets out another small sigh, his body gradually relaxing under her gentle touch. The stress and tension begin to melt away, replaced by a comforting sense of ease. Although he tries to focus on the paperwork, the sensation of her fingers working their magic on his hair makes it difficult. Despite his determination, the minutes seem to drag as he glances up at the clock, watching the hand inch closer to the thirty-minute mark.

Her skilled and gentle touch continues to ease his tension. She senses his struggle to stay focused on his work, even as her presence and touch wear down his resolve. Watching the clock, she notes each minute passing by slowly, bringing them closer to the end of his allotted time. When the thirty-minute mark arrives, she speaks up, her voice soft but authoritative, “Time’s up, Law”.

He lets out a grumble at her words, his shoulders slumping slightly. Although he expected this, there’s a tinge of disappointment at having to leave his work unfinished. “Fine, fine” he mutters with resignation, setting down his pen and leaning back in his chair, rubbing his tired eyes. “You win, as usual” he grumbles, a trace of begrudging affection in his tone.

Her smile widens at his grumbling, savoring her small victory.��She understands his frustration but knows that his need for rest outweighs the importance of finishing the paperwork. Standing up from his lap, she takes his hand, her voice firm yet affectionate as she responds, “Damn right, I do” with a hint of smugness.

He takes her hand, rising reluctantly as his exhaustion weighs him down. Leaning into her slightly, he seeks the comfort and stability of her presence. “You’re too good at getting your way” he mumbles, a tired smile tugging at his lips. Though he feels he should protest more and demand to finish his work, fatigue has left him too weary to argue.

She smiles warmly, wrapping her arm around his waist to support him. Sensing the depth of his exhaustion only reinforces her decision to insist on rest. “I just know what's best for you,” she says softly but firmly. “Now, let’s get you to bed”.

She leads him to the bed, guiding him gently to sit on the edge.

He follows her lead, his movements automatic with exhaustion. As he sits down, his eyes are heavy with fatigue. A pang of guilt strikes him for leaving his work unfinished, but the prospect of finally lying down brings undeniable relief. “I’m fine, you know” he mutters groggily, though he knows he’s not fooling her; he’s been running on fumes for days.

She rolls her eyes subtly, her hands reaching out to help him remove his shirt. The drowsiness in his voice only confirms that he’s trying to convince himself that he’s okay. “Sure, you are” she teases softly, her voice warm and affectionate. “Now sit still and let me help you get comfortable”. She continues undressing him, carefully removing his shirt and loosening his belt and jeans.

He allows her to assist, too tired to protest. The touch of her hands, deftly unbuttoning his shirt and removing it, is comforting. He lifts his hips slightly to help her slide off his jeans. Once he’s in just his boxers, he eases onto the bed, letting out a deep sigh of relief.

She watches him settle onto the mattress, his body sinking in with a deep sigh of relief. The exhaustion is clear in the way his face softens and his eyelids flutter as he struggles to stay awake. Moving gracefully, she lies down beside him, pulling the covers up over both of them. She nestles close, wrapping her arm around his waist and resting her head on his chest. “Just relax and close your eyes” she murmurs, her voice soft and soothing. “You need to rest”.

He melts into her embrace, finding solace in her warmth and the steady comfort of her presence. Her arm around his waist feels like a grounding anchor, reassuring him in his weary state. He’s filled with a deep sense of gratitude for her. As he closes his eyes, the sensation of her head resting on his chest causes his heart to flutter. He takes a deep breath and exhales with a soft sigh, trying to let go of the day’s stresses. “I love you” he murmurs, his voice low and hoarse, repeating the sentiment for the third time.

She smiles against his chest as she hears his repeated confession. Each time he says it, it sends a shiver down her spine, and she tightens her embrace, drawing him closer. “I love you too” she murmurs softly, her voice filled with affection. She can hear the exhaustion in his voice and sense how desperately he needs rest. Gently, she runs her fingers through his hair, her touch slow and soothing. “Now close your eyes and sleep” she whispers tenderly.

He lets out a contented sigh. The sound of her voice and the gentle caress of her hand guiding him toward sleep. He feels his muscles unwind, the tension and stress of the day dissolving as he focuses on her soothing presence and the rhythmic beat of her heart. The darkness behind his eyelids brings comforting relief from the day's chaos. With a deep breath, his body succumbs to the heaviness of exhaustion. The last thing he hears before drifting off is the soft rhythm of her breathing.

[lawomi]

My piece for the @surgeonofdeathcollab 💖🫀 💛

[oxymorayuri]

❞Sure Daddyyyy❝

Part two

If you haven't read the first part yet, you can find it here. ♡♡♡

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓: 生ﾊﾑ

✦ Pairing: trafalgar law x reader ✦ Warnings: insults, use of alcohol, mature content ✦ Spoiler: nope

wordcount: 4292

description: After leaving the deck, you go to your cabin and curse at the dark haired man, but don't worry, you'll soon get rid of all your frustration.

! ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴ��ᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ !

"Stupid ass!" You slam the door shut and lean against it with your back. Now that you're alone in your room, you can finally let out all your anger.

You had a bit of trouble getting to your bed because the alcohol was beginning to kick in.

While kicking off your shoes, you fall into your bed and lie with your face on the pillow.

Annoyed, you growl into the pillow and ignore how hard it is to breathe. Yes, you're angry, but somehow you're also exhausted.

Law knows exactly how you feel about him and, more importantly, how you both feel about each other.

What does he have against it? gosh!

Due to the lack of air, you roll onto your back and your eyes fall on Law's jacket that he once lent you. You crawl over your bed and pull at the jacket, causing it to fall off the clothes rack.

It still smells like him. You take in the scent deeply as you snuggle into the fabric. Your eyes fall on the logo on the back.

"Corazon…" you whisper as your long fingers stroke the lettering. You know exactly what special value this jacket has and yet Law left it to you that evening. You remember it like it was yesterday…

[back then]

After what felt like an eternity, you went back to the surface after the Polar Tang had been underwater for weeks. You wanted to feel the sun on your skin, smell the sea and you weren't the only one. The others in the crew were just as excited as you were to soak up some sun again. You and your bestie Ikakku threw yourselves into bikinis and sipped a few drinks in the sun. Even though it was always noisy on the deck, you didn't want to complain, you didn't begrudge the others enjoying their time on deck. And if you're honest, it was always pure entertainment.

You will still have your peace and quiet at the latest when night falls and you are alone with the moon.

The fresh sea breeze gives you goose bumps, but you don't even notice as you gaze dreamily into the moon's watery reflection. With your hands on the railing, you gaze into the distance. The sea glistens and is calm. Something that rarely occurs.

The evening is so peaceful and in moments like these you almost forget the stressful pirate life.

A faint smirk forms on your lips.

Stressful pirate life? Law does everything he can, to ensure that you hardly ever get into any dangerous situations. You have it pretty easy for a pirate crew, even though you're not that weak. You've begged him thousands of times to at least take you with him. After all, you're a pretty good swordswoman and use Haki. Even the famous 'Hawk Eyes', Mihawk, has complimented you on the way you handle your sword.

Law would never say that you're too weak, or rather he doesn't think that you're weak.. Otherwise he wouldn't have wanted you on his team but it's very obvious how much he wants to avoid the subject. He skillfully changes the subject or threatens that if you don't leave the topic, it'll be a month of toilet cleaning.

You don't even notice when the door of the Polar Tang opens and footsteps come towards you. You only notice his presence when Law puts his jacket over your shoulder.

"A little too lightly dressed, aren't you y/n-ya?"

You're a little startled but relax immediately when you hear Law's voice.

"It's not that cold…" you pout a little as you snuggle into his jacket. Your reaction makes him smirk and he turns his gaze to the moon. For a 'brief' moment, your eyes run over his figure.

He's standing right next to you, leaning over the railing with a bare chest and wearing only his typical jeans.

You suspect that he was wearing his jacket until just now. The biggest proof; it smells like him. Your eyes seem to have been on his torso for a second too long as his deep fake cough draws your attention to his face. Law's look tells you that he's well aware of how you're gawking at him and a blush promptly rises to your face.

The rest was pretty unspectacular and basically the two of you just talked until you yawned and decided to go to bed. Just in front of your bedroom door, you notice that you're still wearing his jacket and hesitantly tug at the fabric.

Actually, you don't want to give him the jacket back and he hasn't noticed… You decided that you would give it back tomorrow as you stepped into your room.

[Present]

And yet you are holding his jacket in your hands. It's already been two weeks, but it's not as if you didn't try to give him the jacket back, but he just left it to you. Sounds strange and it kind of was.

You get up and for whatever reason you take off your top and put on Law's jacket, imitating his outfit. It's probably because you're pretty drunk but you kind of like the way you look in his jacket.

The jacket is open but still barely covers your nipples and only a few curves and your belly button are visible.

His words had only confused you more.

"You can keep it with you if you want." He said that to you as nonchalant as usual when his eyes were on his papers… as if you had just told him dinner was ready or something similar. You just stood in his office with your mouth open and uttered a slightly confused 'sure' as you left the room.

"Oh Law you little bitch… I'm not fifteen anymore where I borrow my boyfriend's sweater…" you curse a bit dirty while you greedily take in the manly scent of his jacket, standing in front of the mirror.

"I'm a woman… I want more."

Your anger, your unsatisfied feelings, Law's smell, the alcohol and perhaps your own reflection put you in a rather exhilarated mood. You felt horny.

A knock on your door brings you out of your wild thoughts.

"Hey y/n-ya? Can I come in?"

You rush to the door and pull it open without much thought and Law stands in front of you with an almost troubled look on his face. His eyes run all over your frame as you stare at him expectantly. Annoyed, you put one hand on your hip, while his jacket reveals a bit of your hip. Law's brain is rebooting every second and he takes a small step backwards.

"Listen, I wanted to talk to you, can I maybe come in?" Wow, he can speak… but his gaze remains on your slightly covered chest. He can't quite process the sight, but he can't look away either.

"Hey, my eyes are up here! But of course, come in…" You cross your arms in front of your chest and go back into the room, while Law closes the door behind him.

Over the last few weeks, he has often wished to see you in his jacket, but he wouldn't have expected such a sight. He wouldn't have dared to view you so nakedly and yet you're standing in front of him. Nakedly... His jacket shows just enough of your skin to feed any fantasies.

You don't miss his stare and you decide to be bold.

"Well, do you like what you see?" You walk towards him with dangerously slow steps. Your eyes are locked and neither of you dares to turn away.

Law can't and you don't want to.

"You wanted to talk to me?" You walk right past him and sit down on your bed… He could only catch your beautiful scent.

"Listen, I don't want any tension between us. Not if I leave tomorrow…" - "Then why don't we release the tension together?" You lean back on your elbows with a playful grin. Law's jacket falls further to the side, revealing more of your fine skin to him. For a split second, his eyes go back to your chest, but he quickly regrets that he can't control himself. You're pleased though, that's exactly how you want to see him. Usually you are the one who always have heavy feelings and Law is the one who keeps his cool, but not today.

You run one hand over your free hip and bring your fingers to your breast. Without making a single sound, Law stares at you with his eyes, looking tortured, as if he can't control himself for much longer.

You don't care about anything from now on. You want Law. Now.

You carefully grab the sides of the jacket to expose your breasts. Law comes closer to the bed, right up to the edge, and even though he doesn't look very satisfied, the excitement gathers in your stomach.

"Please don't y/n…" He begs you, full of agony… but his eyes fly shamelessly over your body. His chest rises and falls a little faster…

But you can't help it either. How could you? After all, he's making it difficult for you too.

The way he stands in front of you, with a look that actually undresses you, which he just can't admit. And the sight of him in his black button up shirt, which he always wears slightly open… His eyes follow your movements greedily, even desperately. You know he wants you. He can't deny that.

But before you can expose yourself, Law grabs your hands and stops you. Your world is shaken for a moment, because Law is suddenly very close to you. His stormy gaze pierces through your skull and you notice a slight anger rising in him.

"Stop y/n!" He orders you. You're pretty good at the anger thing too, if not ten times better! You push him away from you, causing him to take a step back and you stand up. You don't let him refuse you any longer and with quick steps you brazenly fall into his arms. You wrap your arms around his neck and your bare chests meet.

"I can't do this any longer Law. Please don't push me away from you." You whisper your words to him as you reveal your most desperate wish.

You're being too much for Law right now, especially since he's leaving the crew tomorrow… But he's actually only doing it for you. He has to do it.

"y/n please understand. We shouldn't be doing this. Who knows when I'll be back…" His words leave a bitter taste in your mouth.

You avert your eyes from him, feeling so exposed.

"What if I don't come back?" he searches your gaze and takes your chin to pull your face towards him. A little hesitantly, you look into his eyes.

"I don't care if today might be the first and last time, Law." Law can tell from your eyes how serious you are.

"What if I break your heart y/n? I have plans. Plans that are dangerous." He caringly strokes your cheek with his hand.

You enjoy his gentle touch and it leaves a warmth that doesn't seem to disappear. You hate it when he's like this… People say; live like it's your last day… but Law hasn't understood the real message behind it. Law lives, as if he could die any day and that's why he keeps his loved ones away, so he doesn't cause too much pain if something goes wrong on his missions.

"Law, I don't want to keep wondering what could be, what WE could be. I don't want to live lies…" You rest your hands on his chest and Law wraps an arm around you, to pull you closer to him. He leaves no space between the two of you and you're not sure if you can feel your heartbeat or his.

"Are you sure?" He looks like he just wants to make sure you're ready to take that risk. His voice is almost desperate, as if he will break if you pull back.

"Oh Law, even if it is just once." Law puts his hand over his eyes as he leans his head back. Apparently he is still struggling with himself. Groaning, he runs his fingers over his nose as he squints his eyes.

His fiery gaze sparks excitement in you as he looks into your eyes again.

"Fuck y/n."

You close your eyes as he finally closes the gap between you and his lips rest on yours.

His hands run along your hips as if he had already touched you thousands of times. His touch leaves marks on your skin that you can't see but you do feel.

As you greedily feast on each other's lips, Law grabs your thighs and pulls you up. You wrap your legs around him to support yourself better. One of your hands rests on his shoulder while the other strokes his cheek. For a brief moment, you part your lips to look into each other's eyes. You can finally feel him.

With you in his arms, he walks to your bed and sits down. He leans back a little to enjoy the sight of you and an outright naughty grin appears on his lips.

"Take off your coat for me y/n." No matter how demanding his words are, his voice is begging you. It sends shivers down your spine and without hesitation you slowly brush the jacket down your shoulders.

Law's pupils dilate at the sight of your already hardening nipples. You can no longer ignore the throbbing in your middle and you notice how everything in your abdomen tightens. The feeling is as tormenting, as it is satisfying and impatiently you start to rub back and forth on Law's lap. You don't want to wait long and reach for his belt to undo his pants.

Law's hands go straight to your hips and stop you with all his strength. You look at him in confusion.

"Easy easy, y/n… Now that we're crossing that line, I want to take all the time in the world." His voice is so sensual that it drives you insane and you stop to let go of the belt, only for Law to take the lead. He squeezes you lightly on his erection, causing a shiver of pleasure run through your whole body.

His thumbs press lightly into your inner thighs as he moves towards your panties.

The closer he gets to your underwear, the more you lose yourself in the moment.

You feel the need to touch yourself and without any shame you start to knead your breasts while Law moves you rhythmically over his boner.

If you are almost losing your mind because of this, then you are even more excited, to see what happens when Law enters you.

"You do so well for me y/n. Don't stop touching yourself. Show me where to touch you." He moans seductively to you.

A little hesitantly, you grab his hand and place it on your stomach, just above your panties. Without taking your eyes off him, you slide his hand in your pants and under your underwear, while lifting yourself slightly from Law, so that he can move between your wet folds.

Law is visibly pleased that you decide to lead him straight to that spot and his body responds immediately when he feels your dampness.

With great tenderness, he sinks a finger inside you, carefully observing every little reaction on your face.

You would never have expected that just one of his fingers would trigger so many feelings in you and you let your head fall back.

Law, on the other hand, who is getting hungrier and hungrier, leaves your wet hole and comes up to you, to engage you in a sinful tongue kiss. His hands go over every curve of your body and make sure that a thousand blissful emotions run through your body.

With you in his arms, he turns around that you are now lying under him.

He rests his hands on your knees as he looks down at you while standing between your legs.

As if in a trance, you watch him while he finally takes off his shirt and he enjoys the way you look at him. He proudly presents himself above you and your eyes are allowed to wander over his chest for the first time without any sense of shame.

Law skillfully moves his hands to make sure you are free from your pants and enjoys the sight of you lying in front of him in just your underwear.

He strokes your folds with his hand and the pressure makes sure that your slip gets a little soaked. Law runs his tongue over his lips as if imagining what he might do to you first.

You can hardly ignore the bulge in his pants. The imprint of his hard cock is even more pleasing than you could ever imagine and you can feel your arousal growing.

With pleading eyes, you beg for release. Law just gives you a dirty grin, which makes your heart skip a beat.

"You needy bitch." There's something almost dangerous in his voice, but you're ready to surrender to him completely.

When you hear Law open his pants, you have to pull yourself together to keep your greedy cunt from pressing against his dick. You swing awkwardly back and forth to compensate the pressing feeling between your legs which makes Law laugh.

He gently places his tip at the entrance to your little hole while you are still wearing your underwear.

These indirect touches make you lose your mind and to relieve the tension you play with your nipples.

Law enjoys the sight, every sound you make and the way you touch yourself. He takes his time as he slides his cock over your folds.

It feels like an eternity has passed while Law plays with you.

You close your eyes and let the feelings inside you build up and when you feel Law push your panties aside, your breathing stops.

You get chills as his member touches your soft pussy but he doesn't penetrate. No, no. He smears himself with your natural juices as he rubs his bare cock against you. The warm feeling of his skin on your clit sends a tingle through your body and makes you moan loudly.

Right at this moment, Law can take no more and sinks his tip into you. You are quite tight, which makes him moan as he slowly but firmly penetrates you. You let your eyes fall back as the sensation overwhelms you. Law's tenderness kills your patience.

"Please fuck me hard, Law." Weakly, you blink at him. You can't take any more, you need to release your built up feelings and the only one who can make sure you're satisfied is Law.

"As you wish." Law's lips go up again, you're driving him crazy… the way you're lying there. Like a goddess with one arm over your head and one hand on your beautiful breast. And the way you look… you look so needy. It drives him wild.

Without hesitating for long, he grabs you by your ass and pulls you towards him. Without any real problems, his member disappears completely inside you because you are so wonderfully wet. He grabs the back of your knees while you stretch your back. He penetrates you repeatedly with steady thrusts and a wave of heat shoots through your body. His movements are so energetic that you curl your toes.

"Show me your beautiful eyes y/n." he calls out to you.

Weakly, you open your eyes to look into his deep and intimidating eyes. Law leans your legs against his shoulders, allowing him to penetrate you even deeper. The fulfilling feeling between your legs is a little painful, but when he pulls out again, you immediately miss the aching pain.

"Oh… Law!" Your breathing is out of control, you can't keep up with his pace as Law gets faster and faster.

His breathing gets increasingly louder and sweat forms on his forehead. You are almost at the end but before you reach your climax, Law pushes one last time and his cock leaves your dilated hole. You immediately miss the filling feeling Law gave you but don't worry Law just wants to pull you up to turn you over.

His hand pushes your back down and your ass sticks up in the air for him. Before you can really realize what is happening to you, he is already thrusting inside you and all you can hear is the naughty smacking of your bare skin.

The blood rushes to your head and you struggle to keep your legs steady as Law doesn't stop at pounding into you like it's the last time. His fingers bury themselves in the soft skin of your ass as he moans in a muffled voice.

With one hand he grabs you by your hair and pulls you towards him so that you touch his chest with your back, while he continues to fuck your sweet cunt sore.

"I will always come back to you y/n" He whispers the words so lovingly in your ear that tears come to your eyes. You still can't live with the thought of him leaving tomorrow.

"I love you Law." Law's arm wraps around your torso and massages your breast. The gentle touches and the constant pounding push you to your limits and suddenly every tension in your body is released. You've come and while Law hasn't finished yet, you try to keep your wobbly legs upright.

Law notices that you are struggling to keep your figure upright and places you back on his lap while he lies on his back. Your legs feel numb and you are quite overstimulated at the moment.

"Come on y/n, I'm almost done."

He grabs you by your hips to move you up and down. If it were up to you, you would be enjoying him all night but Law needs his sleep so you savor the last few moments.

With his final thrust, he fills you with his seed and sends himself to a well deserved orgasm.

He pulls your tired body down to him and kisses your forehead, while you rest on his upper body and close your eyes.

"Law let me come with you, please." He brushes a strand of hair out of your face and thinks for a moment.

"You should go to sleep now y/n." You were already expecting an answer like that and you breathe out in defeat.

It doesn't take long and you're in the land of dreams, with the man of your dreams by your side.

The next morning you wake up because of the general commotion outside your room and suddenly it hits you like a bullet.

Law is leaving today! You have to say goodbye!

As soon as you move to get up, you fall back into your bed. Your legs are still a little weak and your core feels a little sore.

So it wasn't a dream and you and Law have finally taken the courage. Further proof of last night is a note Law left you.

"Good morning y/n, I'm leaving at 12. Pack your things and be on time. And drink this. It will help you with your hangover."

You look at the words on the note and read them over and over again. You can't quite grasp what you're reading. Do you understand correctly? Law is taking you with him?

You are so full of happiness that you don't even have the slightest sign of a hangover, but you drink the water anyway and take the pill that Law has put on your bedside table.

You hastily get ready and pack the essentials and when you look at the clock, it's almost 12 o'clock.

Leaving your room, you grab your sword and run down the corridors of the Polar Tang. When you arrive on deck, all your friends are already gathered to say their goodbyes to Law.

As Law's eyes fall on you, a smile adorns his face as he sees your stuffed backpack.

"You got everything?" he asks as he reaches for your backpack. A couple of crew members are visibly confused, as the air between you was pretty thick yesterday, but they're glad that everything is back to normal.

"Yes, I'm ready." You sheathe your sword on your back and give him a big grin.

"Wait a minute, am I getting this right…? Is y/n going with you Captain." Ikkaku interrupts your grinning contests.

"Yea she'll come with me everywhere starting today." Nobody misses Law's loving look and together you get into the small boat, that will take you to the island.

Into an adventure… your adventure.

Masterlist

Whew, I stayed up much longer than I wanted to. Oopsie woopsie. Nightyyyy ❤

𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒚𝒖𝒓𝒊 ♡

[yoonavii]

Seeing you with makeup

Context: Law seeing you wear makeup for the first time

•When Law first sees you wearing makeup, his eyes widen slightly in surprise. He’s not used to seeing you with it, but he finds the change intriguing and captivating.

•He takes a moment to appreciate the subtle enhancements it brings to your features. The slight shimmer on your eyelids and the way your lashes stand out make your eyes even more mesmerizing.

•Despite his stoic demeanor, a hint of admiration shines in his eyes as he gazes at you. He can’t help but find you even more beautiful than before, and he silently wonders why you don’t wear makeup more often.

•“You look nice,” Law says, his voice surprisingly soft. He wants to let you know that he appreciates the effort you put into your appearance.

•You blush at his compliment, feeling slightly self-conscious under his scrutiny. However, the way he looks at you makes you feel special and seen.

•Throughout the day or evening, Law can’t help but steal glances at you. He finds himself drawn to the small details of your makeup, like the way your lips have a subtle sheen or the delicate blush on your cheeks.

•As time goes on, he becomes more accustomed to seeing you with makeup, and he starts to realize that he quite likes it. He’s not one to express his emotions openly, but he feels a sense of pride having you by his side, looking radiant.

•Later, when you’re alone together, Law might compliment you again, this time in a more casual manner. “You should wear makeup more often,” he might say, giving you a rare smile that sends butterflies through your stomach.

•He might ask you about makeup, wanting to learn more about why you chose to wear it for the occasion and what other looks you like. He’s genuinely curious and wants to understand your preferences.

•Seeing you wearing makeup for the first time brings a new layer of attraction to your relationship. Law finds himself falling even more in love with you, appreciating your beauty and confidence in trying something new.

•From that moment on, you might catch him stealing glances at you more often, secretly admiring the way makeup enhances your already captivating features. And while he might not say it out loud, you can tell that he genuinely likes seeing you with makeup and that he’s drawn to your natural beauty in every form.

©𝐘𝐀𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐀— Any sign/evidence of plagiarism made from outside this name will be dealt with by whatever means necessary. Legal action may occur if non fanfiction works are plagiarized.

[stararonia]

MY ROOMMATE LAW

the caretaker

– pairing: gn!reader x law

– sfw

– summary: after coming home drunk from Nami’s birthday party, Law has to deal with the aftermaths of and navigating his feelings which he’s kept to himself.

As you clumsily entered your shared apartment with Law, he was immediately suspicious because of your stance, speech, and behavior. Before you came in, he was sitting comfortably on the couch, reading his favorite comic book.

“You’re drunk.” He muttered disapprovingly. He walked to you and held your shoulders, keeping you steady. “How much did you drink?”

“Well, ‘nuff to make me realize tha’ I hadda call ‘bin to pick me up.” You laughed, ignoring his annoyed look.

Sighing, Law helped you to the couch. “Stay here, I’ll get you some water.”

“Aye, ‘ye cap’n,” you slurred.

After you drank and set the cup down, you found yourself leaning into Law closer than expected. His body tensed up, especially when you started to playfully run your fingers down his jaw and cupping his face.

“Why ‘ou so cute?” You smiled with half lidded eyes.

“You’re drunk.” Law replied. Those two words were mainly a reminder to himself that this wasn’t you. You were never this affectionate to him. The most you did was give him a side hug, which he was still getting used to.

“I’m ‘ware you’re cute…” you repeated, running your fingers through his hair.

Your face was dangerously close to his, making him gulp.

Were your eyes always pretty? Did your lips always look this kissable?

“Stop,” he said quietly, gently pushing you back. As he did, you grabbed his shirt so he was hovering over you. Law froze, not used to this much attention.

“Why you being so distant?” You whispered.

“You’re not yourself,” he replied. “And your breath stinks.” Hoping the jab would make you push him away, you instead tightened your hold on his shirt and whined. “And you have to study for your Biology exam coming up.”

A pout formed on your lips when he stood back and kneeled to your level.

“I wanna kiss you sooooo badly Law.”

��Go to bed.” He repeated, his body stiffening. “You’re drunk.”

“But Lawwwww,” you drawled out his name. “Don’t you ‘anna kiss me too?” You leaned your forehead against his and smiled. “‘lease?” You murmured. “I ‘mise I won’t bite yer lip.”

Law shook his head and distanced himself. “Drink a little more water. I’ll walk you to bed when you’re done.”

“Will you s’leep w’th me?” You asked.

“You’re drunk,” he insisted, erasing the thought from his mind. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“Fine.” You giggled.

After walking you to your room and seeing you flop on the mattress, Law sighed as he gently turned your head so it faced the wall. He draped a blanket over you and gave you one last look before he left and closed the door.

He rubbed his hands violently over his face and made an exasperated noise. He was definitely not sleeping tonight.

[hana-san]

Posting this cuz it took my whole ass life to finish

[daddiel-ish]

Here they are!!! My three (scary) magical girls 💅

(I would've like to add more details but the hot weather was killing me -along with uni- so i decided that it was done)

[jeankluv]

The after party || Trafalgar Law x reader

Warnings: +18, nsfw, jealousy, possessive law, canon universe, cocky law, fingering (f), backshots, references to a threesome (maybe in the future), a bit of past angst

Summary: Your captain gets jealous during the Wano party and you love to see him that way.

Materialist

After winning against Big Mom and Kaido, Law felt pletoric, he wasn’t a very party person but that felt like having the night of his life. He had his second drink on his hand and was watching his crew mates having fun with the rest of alliance members, but it would be a lie if he said his eyes were only focused on one particular figure.

Your waists were moving from one side to the other, making Law go crazy and feeling his cock getting harder from each moment passing. He wanted to see those waists rolling on top of him, while his dick was deep inside of you.

He closed his eyes and tightened his grip on the sake cup in his hand. He needed you right now and if you kept moving like that he wouldn’t hesitate and take you out of there in a heartbeat.

You throw your head backwards, laughing at something someone said. Your hair fell back, revealing the beautiful waves you had and your chest rose and fell from laughter and exposing a little bit more of skin, making the guy in front of you blush. Law couldn’t take it anymore and he stood from his seat and walked straight to you and that guy's place.

You were still laughing when he arrived beside you and held your wrist. Law leaned towards you and kissed you roughly, inserting his tongue into your mouth. You gasped at the sensation, it wasn't the first time you had kissed but it was done in such a possessive and aggressive way. Your legs shook and Law must have noticed because he placed his hand on your lower back to steady you.

Law pulled away from you, breaking the kiss. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, trying to catch your breath again. When you opened your eyes again, you saw that the man you had been animatedly chatting with was no longer there, and that you now had Law, in front of you with a look full of lust and you could swear that he was capable of undressing you and fucking you in that moment.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing Law?” You broke free from his grip.

“What princess did I interrupt your little moment?” He responded with a cocky smile.

“Yeah you did.” You crossed your arms in front of you.

“Princess you know we…”

“We?!” You laughed sarcastically. “So now there is a we? Don’t make me laugh, Law.”

“C’mon princess.” He said brushing your waist, making a shiver run down your spine.

“No Law, you made everything fucking clear back when you decided to leave us, leave me in Zou saying that whatever we had was just a hobby for you. So you don’t get jealous when you see me with anyone.” You poked him in the chest with your index finger.

Law smiled, running his tongue along the inside of his mouth. You drove him crazy and he knew he was a dick for what he said to you back then, but if he didn't make you hate him, he knew you would do anything to go with him and putting you on risk was the last fucking thing he wanted. He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him. Your whole body was stuck to his and you could feel how hard he was under his clothes.

“Princess… I’m not jealous.” He leaned close to your ear and whispered. “Because none of those assholes are going to be able to lay a single finger on you.” He said and bit your earlobe, making you sway.

You swallowed and looked away from his gaze. “You are a fucking dick Law. I’m sure Eustass could…”

“Don’t you dare finish that phrase, sweetheart.” He got closer to you, if that was possible.

“Didn’t you say that you weren’t jealous?” You smiled. “Does Eustass make you that nervous?” You were pushing him forward.

“That asshole could never make you feel like I do.”

“Did. We haven’t been together since what? Over a year now? I’m pretty sure Eustass could satisfy me, with those biceps and big chest.” Seeing him jealous, was driving you insane and was making you hornier.

Law tensed his jaw and scanned your face with his honey eyes. He grabbed your wrist and started walking, away from the people, the party, the noise. When you were far enough away from everyone and everything, he pushed you against what you thought was an old abandoned cabin and began to devour your lips. You gasped as you felt Law's hand make its way under your kimono, getting closer and closer to your intimate area.

“Ah…” You moaned when his index touched your clitoris.

“You like that?”

“Yes… Captain.”

“That’s my babe. You are so fucking wet and I haven’t put my fingers in you yet.” He whispered to your ear.

“That’s because… because seeing you jealous made me wet.”

“Oh… so that’s it. You like seeing your captain angry, jealous?” He said, grabbing your face.

“Yes…”

“Yes what?”

“Yes captain.”

He smirked and captured your lips while introducing two fingers on your pussy, making you moan in his mouth. His long fingers exploring every corner of your sex.

You cried out covering your mouth with your palm. “Yes.” You let out.

“I want to hear you baby, don’t cover that pretty mouth of yours.” He said taking your palm out of your mouth. “Baby, do you have any idea how insane you make me? How fucking sexy you looked tonight? How jealous I was whenever a bastard approached you or made you laugh.”

“Oh my god” You let out, baring your teeth as Law increased the speed of his fingers. “Please Law…” You slightly opened your eyes, feeling the tears on them. “Fuck me.”

“No.” He responded with a cocky smile. “First I want you to cum on my fingers. To make you scream my name.” He said fingering you and rubbing your clit.

You slightly open your mouth enjoying Law’s fingers on you, feeling how you were getting closer and closer to your climax. He kept on working on you while kissing your neck and still holding you tightly. Your legs started to shake as you came on his fingers

“Law!” You said loudly.

“There you are sweetie.” He held your cheeks with one hand and smiled before kissing you.

“Stop being sweet and fuck me already.” You said on his lips.

“Oh I will and everyone in Wano will know how good I make you feel.”

“Mhm.” You tasted his words like honey.

He turned you around, and held your hips firmly. You could hear her pull down her pants and with a single thrust he entered you. A moan escaped from the back of your throat and with every thrust he gave, you couldn't help but moan. Law grabbed you by the neck to bring you closer to him and kiss you again while his thrusts became stronger and faster. You loved when he got jealous and then you fucked like there was no tomorrow.

“Fuck Law.” You let out. “Right there, please!”

He kept on speeding while moans also came out of his mouth, which made you hornier.

“Fuck…” He said. “I want you to come on my dick.” He grabbed your cheeks. “Do you understand, baby?” You nodded and you did as he said, you came in him with a loud moan. “That’s it baby.” He said as he came.

He pulled out of you, and you leaned against the wall as you tried to catch your breath after what had happened just now. You put on the kimono you were wearing and turned to look at him, his cheeks were red and his breathing was rapid.

“That was amazing.” You let out. “I love when you are so possessive.”

“Sure…” His cockiness was back. “But don’t you dare mention Kidd or how he could…”

“Wouldn’t you want to have a threesome with him?” You teased him with a smirk.

“Baby…” He walked towards you. “I’m the only one who can fuck you.”

“Why?” You came closer.

“Because you’re the only one for me and I’m the only one for you.” He said and left a kiss on your lips.

“Mhm…” You smiled on his lips. “I wouldn’t mind having another round during the after party.” You winked at him and started to walk away.

You felt him smile and walk next to you. “It won’t be one more round in the after party.”

[themushroomofdeath]

law x female character | pre-time skip and debut hurt/comfort - angst-ish | anxiety, loss trauma, pre-relationship, panic attack

Trafalgar Law didn’t do love.

It was just who he was, he had already locked the part of himself that craved for those feeble, fragile feelings of affection a long time ago, it had died with his family, was buried together with Cora-san - the last spark of hope, an arm to hold, a father figure, a loved one. Now there was only a shell of a once carefree child, a cold man who kept everyone at an arm-length, one who despised the idea of attachment, of giving himself to something that could very easily be taken away.

No, he liked having control over himself, over his crew, his environment, but mostly, over his heart. Fancied himself a genius of a kind, always one step ahead of everyone else, not making a decision that would affect the decades worth of planning he did for his future self. A life made only for vengeance, for his family, for Cora, for the people he once knew and the child he once was.

So it really came as a surprise to him, that first irregular beat of his heart.

She was someone he never imagined to find in his life, a light of hope when he thought all was lost¹, an intellectual partner to his discuss his interests - and a diversity of others she kept picking along the way to share, an unexpected colleague of profession and abilities, someone not afraid to speak freely about what was on her brilliant mind, but never one to make others feel inferior compared to her. Her kindness seemed unlimited, as she confided one day about her dreams. “I want to be able to help the unfortunate, never have someone lose a loved one out of helplessness again.” As if she could read his concealed past, making him wish to have met someone like her, all those ten years ago, when he needed the most. 

“You can’t help everyone, that’s absurd.” Was what he answered instead. Like her warmth hasn't touched him enough to hope, to wish to be able help her achieve exactly that - be the beacon for those lost in the middle of a storm.

He should’ve stopped there, when the warmth reached him the first time. Should’ve stopped reaching for it. But like a man lost to an addiction, he would see himself looking for her around the Tang, just to talk - he would justify, she was the only one who understood all those medic jargons, she never laughed when she accidentally found his comics collection, she was interested in learning about it. He would even hear her opinion with his plans, her ability to look from a different perspective useful for him - no, not him, for their crew. In a year, she became a trusted crewmate and an indispensable partner.

And that was increasingly frustrating. 

Trusted enough to share his space, his usual alone time after a long time of work and research, he would invite her to stay around - as she was never too pushy of a friend, but always accepting of his company. They would sit alongside - a plate of rice balls, made exactly to his liking, two cups of warm tea brewed by the woman, and countless paper sheets scattered on his table. He was happy to share his studies with her, hear what she had heard and seen about the topic, an usual pleasant smile masking his features, but doing nothing to hide the fondness in his eyes. If he could’ve seen himself, he would’ve stopped right there.

In the moment, she was explaining how her powers worked, the ability of looking under a man’s skin and muscles with only her mind, how with the years of training in animals in her backyard, she’d come with the idea of reaching further and analyzing a being on a cellular level, forcing the seamless magical healing of most illness with her childhood wonder and endless hours of study of the human body. 

In awe as he was, he didn’t catch on how close she was, used from all her hand gestures when she was enthusiastic with a subject, it took him a moment to register how her soft and warm hand had landed on the skin of forearm, right above his tattoo. She was in the middle of explaining how he could use his powers in a similar way if he wanted to, when he realized the touch, the way his heart picked with interest and his entire body burned with longing for more. 

It was like being touched by the sun. One that should be always unreachable - to someone made of darkness like him, those burning hands were able to leave irreparable marks behind. As he would never be able to pretend it wasn’t happening with him, to ignore those pesky feelings ever again.

And as soon as he felt it, he abruptly took his distance from it. Pulling his arm from her reach, expression changing from passive to guarded, looking away from her surprised and hurt eyes, before cleaning his throat and deciding it was best for them to turn in for the night. Away from each other. 

The damage was done.

It has been a month since he started avoiding her, everyone in the ship can tell. Till that fatidical day, they were like two celestial bodies who constantly orbited each other’s space, now it was as if the mere presence of the doctor around a room were enough to repel the man back to his private quarter - in which he was taking refuge from inquiring eyes. Only the oldest crew was ever allowed to enter for reports and emergency matters, and even then they would always leave with a heavy frown and no answers to their captain’s strange behavior.

It was taking a toll on the crew as well, whenever someone walked by him with a smile and a polite face, only to be met with his flaring temper and moodiness, in which no one could ever understand why. Many tried to question the woman, to no avail, as she had no idea of what was happening either, he had just closed himself off from the world, and as an understanding person, she was trying to give him space to work it out with himself. 

But damn, she missed him. And if she only knew how much he was yearning for her, fighting against his deepest fears, trying to escape the confinement of his walls, causing all these explosive and melancholic sentiments to surface. It was maddening. He wanted to be rational about it - perhaps tell her to leave, but not wanting to ever live without her, ever again.

After two months, he felt like ripping the hair from his scalp. It was like her presence was just becoming stronger in the walls of the Polar Tang, he could hear her melodic laugh from anywhere, could smell her perfume everywhere, taste her hand in the food Bepo would bring to his room - she knew how to make it exactly how he liked. 

He couldn’t just give in. Too prideful, too committed to his work and chosen fate, too scared. So scared. What if he gave in? A pirate taking a lover was unheard of, and those who did would just live in a constant state of paranoia, not knowing when their enemies would find out about the weakness of their heart. Because that's what it was. A Weakness. Or at least that's what he kept telling himself. He would lose her, and that would be enough to break the last amended piece keeping his sanity intact. 

Just need to wait it out…. It shall pass, he tried to rationalize. 

After three months, it was her turn to be done with his behavior. She came to his room one day, with the excuse of bringing his favorite snacks, ignoring the warning glare thrown to her form. At this point, that was just typical behavior from the young surgeon. 

He was going to talk about this, or he was going to tell her to leave, because no matter how much she cried from the yearning of his presence and the confusion of not knowing what was really happening between them, she was also a prideful woman, and she was just as much done with suffering for a person she barely knew, even if she opened her own walls to receive him, she could just as much close it if prompted.

“So, are we going to talk about this - or you’ll keep pretending I don’t know you are avoiding me like I have the plague?” 

Oh, how infuriating she was. Snarky, sarcastic, annoying, fucking gorgeous. For a long second, he could only sharp his gaze, his expression taking a note of fury, wanting to tell her to back off. Like a cornered wild animal would. But he was no mindless animal, and her stance above his sitting form did not change one bit, like she knew the power she held over him. He could never truly hurt this woman.

Taking a breath, reclining his posture back in his chair, he schooled his expression back into a blank unamused glare, before answering. “It’s not something I wish to discuss. If it bothers you, that’s your problem, not mine.”

He could see how it immediately affected her, and it affected him as well. Her eyes widened, like she didn’t expect to be blatantly rejected, not after all the time they had been together as colleagues and partners - as friends. Her posture went rigid, like struggling with herself to have strength to fight back, to fight back the tears threatening to escape, and he could feel his heart constricting with the instinct of reaching out and taking her in his arms, protective of her - even if he was the one instigating those emotions in her heart. Her beautiful heart, who did not deserve to be treated that way, who should have left the moment it met with a heartless being like himself. If only he was selfless enough to tell her to run and never look back.

“Fine,” she managed to say, between a difficult breath, “If that’s what you wish, I will pretend we were never friends, then.” And with that resolution, she turned her wheels and left, closing the door with enough strength to be heard by anyone who was hoping for a good outcome from their meeting. And it was like all heart pirates, a few room away, collectively sighed defeated from it. 

That night, she wasn’t the only one who cried in her pillow.

It wasn't long after that night, when the heart pirates came to a new inhabited island, looking to resupply for a longer ride. It was a breath of fresh air, to not be stuck inside a submarine with the stubborn couple of bulls, hitting their head against each other, glaring from their corner, making everyone’s life miserable. 

And it came to no surprise that Eliza was the first one to be out, the moment the Tang submerged and ported, ready to use her energy to work and actively ignore Law’s existence for the few days or weeks that they kept anchored in the island. Hell, it might be a month before anyone is ready to leave and go back to the uncomfortable feeling. It came to a collective agreement that they better take their time away from the ship while they could, as long as the Captain didn’t catch on it.

And he did catch on it, around day five. Every supplement needed was reestablished, but no one seemed to be in a rush to go back to the next adventure, and the Island wasn’t even that impressive to keep them around, just a small village with enough entertainment for a day or two. 

“Penguin. What do you all think you are doing?” He would ask that day, after spotting the man lazily sunbathing in the ship’s deck, earning a long-suffered groan from his crewmate. From all the years that he was loyal to his captain and so-called friend, it was one of the first times where he truly wished the man could take a hint and work on his own problems. 

“What do you mean, Captain? We are taking one day to relax, you should too!” He said, but what he really wanted to express with that was: and please make amends with your lady friend, you are being a problematic asshole, she is so nice to you and everyone else, why are you acting like that? Are you having relationship problems or something? I know you have no experience, but anyone would be able to work it out after three whole months. But again, he did know his long-time leader from the inside out, pointing out anything obvious to him would just aggravate the situation, and chances were, he already knew he was being difficult.

Trafalgar Law from his part, only rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue, accepting it. Because he was not stupid, truly, he could tell how much it was heaving on his crew, his little squabble with the second tribulation’s doctor. And perhaps he did needed a break, not only from his work, but from all the drama he created for himself. 

So, hugging Kikoku close to his body, he left to find a distraction.

As it has been happening the entirety of this particular year, it seemed fate was against his plans of finding a peace of mind. 

Walking into a secluded inn bar, believing to be a refuge from the busy streets, the last thing the pirate expected to find was the object of his affections and anguish, sitting with her back turned to the door, fully engrossed in a discussion with another man. Not that he immediately paid attention to said man, but the way the other had his knee so close to his crewmate’s barely covered (deliciously voluptuous) thigh, while they both animatedly chatted, was enough to catch his scrutiny.

It was a bad idea to stay, he knew that, but he couldn’t help his primal instinct of protection to grab a hold of his brain, as he cared for this woman enough to keep an eye on possible harassment towards his crewmate. Right? At least that was what he kept telling himself, silently making his way towards a shadowy booth, sharp gaze focused on the scene before him.

There was an irritation growing inside him, a hand squeezing the pit of his stomach, making his hands clench under the table, for the mere thought of how adorable she looked gesticulating about a subject he couldn’t hear. It was him, a few months ago, who she would look after to share information and discoveries, it was him she would look with those big doe eyes, shining with excitement while she rambled away about something so new and interesting, she couldn’t help but have to share with someone willing to listen. 

And now he had shut her off, made her look for another person to give half the attention he had always been willing to offer, always enchanted by her intellect, but if he was a little more honest with himself, it was the way she’d seek him first. Holding him important enough to share her thoughts and confide her life with. Someone else having the same treatment was truly infuriating. 

But not only that, he could tell by the way the other man melted his entire posture towards her, he was very much interested in her beyond an intellectual stimulation. Only a few minutes of observation, and the Captain of the Heart Pirates was gritting his teeth, emotional brain rapidly winning over his logical responses to she’s not yours, never was, never will. Get yourself together. She didn’t seem bothered at all, either choosing to ignore or interested in what that man had to offer as well. 

His rational side was telling him to leave at this point, and he couldn't agree more to it. Sliding himself away from his seat, ready to ignore this whole encounter, before something caught his auditive senses, making his entire body go rigid. She laughed. That melodious and gorgeous sound, that he only ever heard during their shared times, alone in his office, talking about foolish memories and happier times.

In one shaky breath, heart hurting enough to suffocate, he turned back around, stalking his way towards the couple, stopping a foot from their forms, eyes blazing with quiet fury, but a placid expression of masked anger. She had only spinned around in her chair, before his gravy tone could be heard. “We need to talk. Come.” And he was leaving the establishment, not waiting for an answer, knowing she would follow anyway, as he was not only willing to speak about their problems, but he was her commanding figure in the hierarchy of their crew.

The quiet walk back to the was tense, even if he did slow his pace for her to keep the pace, aware of his long legs and more fit build to walk quickly compared to hers. He could feel her enragement and furious glare hitting the back of his head, but his mind was only filled with how he would go about this. 

Should he ask her to leave? She never truly wanted to join a pirate crew, their deal being about giving a space for her to work her medical research, be free to explore the islands they ported, to use her abilities to heal the people in need, in exchange, she’d use all her abilities to protect and treat the crew. 

But he didn’t think he could be that cruel nor that self centered with her, knowing she had no one prior to the heart pirates, who quickly became a found family of sorts to the female doctor. 

Walking through the deck, ignoring the questioning gazes, he went straight to his office, already planning to lie through his teeth to save himself from the situation he found himself into, pretend he was just saving her from an unfortunate encounter with someone she didn’t really wish to be around, he was too flirty, not interested in her as a intellectual partner, just a pass time. 

Perhaps come with terms of coming back to their somewhat friendship, with a level of boundaries around being too close and too personal, those feelings of desire would come to an end eventually, more hormones of his young blood, than actual wish for a relationship with someone who could make him happy. He didn’t wish for that kind of happiness, after all.

But before he could open his mouth, sitting in his chair, to gaze up to meet hers, she was already speaking, arms crossed over each other, face contorted in one of resolve and grief. “Law, perhaps I should leave this crew.”

And with just that, something he did thought about asking of her all this time, she broke his pathetic illusion of being fine with her leaving this ship, this crew, her leaving him. 

He could hear her speaking, lips moving around an explanation of why it was reasonable for her to find a different way of traveling, as this tension was hurting the ship’s crew morale. He had the feeling that she was nervously rambling, looking for him to give an answer to her plans, but all he could do was stare back, mind fogging and words turning too confusing for his understanding, slight sensation of disconnecting his mind from the harsh reality of She will leave me. She will actually leave me.

Why did it hurt so much? How could she hold such a tight grip around his heart? When did he allow this to happen? Was him that weak?

“LAW! Are you even listening to me? Please!” Came a distinct voice, in the middle of the chaos of his mind. He might be panicking, the medic on him was saying, his cardiac frequency was too loud, he could feel his entire body tingling, legs too weak to answer, he was going mad. 

But what made it more maddening, was the idea of never seeing her again, never hearing her eyes shining with excitement, never hearing her amused smile to one of his witty remarks, to never again gaze at this person who turned his days brighter by existing and knowing she was safe as long as he lived. It was like she could take all his breath away with one realization, and it was certainly not pleasant.

Licking his increasingly drying lips, he tried to focus back in reality, understanding of the situation coming back to him, she was asking for his opinion, she wasn’t leaving yet. “You can’t.” Was what he could come off as an answer, with the turmoil happening inside his being.

“What do you mean I can’t?”

“You… I- Just. Don’t.” He could hear his breath quicking, and she seemed too, medical trained eyes sharpening on his form, advancing in his direction like one would a hounded animal - and he despised her for it. How easily she could read him, how open and vulnerable she made him. 

But he also came to realize, those feelings would never leave him, ever again. Her love crawled her way through his defenses, climbed his colossal walls made of years of traumatic experiences, and reached his closed icy cold heart. He wanted to hate her for it, make her stop, tell her off, let him be comfortable with his loneliness once again, but when she looked back at him with those warmhearted eyes of hers, reached both hands to gently graze his tattooed ones, soothingly asking if he was feeling well… He could only give all of himself to her.

Both arms shooting up to bring her body closer, head dropping to her shoulder, trying to hide the shameful sob tearing itself from his throat, body entirely shaking in a full panic attack triggered by all the experiences he had lived so far. For a moment he was back into the child he once was, an orphan, lost, utterly lonely, rejected by all.

His pride in shambles, broken mind taking over his more rational being, the only solace in the hands caressing his hair, the weight sitting on his lap - as he made her lose her foot with the surprise. But she didn’t mind, she loved this foolish broken man, even if he never bothered to ask. 

She would hold and love him for the rest of their life, if only he allowed it. 

“Breath, Law. Can you hear my voice, dearest? Breath with me.”

A few minutes of caressing his hair locks, firmly holding him toward her soft body, soothing whispering to his reachable ear, and the breath started to settle into a more even rhythm, the sobs that wrecked his body, turning into soft exhales, but the arms around her only tightened, like she would run away the moment he came back to his senses. 

It was devastating to see such a strong and resilient man breaking apart, never once expressing his feelings so openly before, all those years of suffering on his own breaking like a torrent of guarded anguish, pouring down from every pore, making his body weak and tired. But if anyone should’ve seen it, he was glad it was her. 

There was no judgment, no pitiful gaze, no questions to be answered, only a warm body and hands resting against damp cheeks, forcing his tired eyes to gaze back at an adoring expression, already grasping the situation at hand. “Law, don’t suffer on your own anymore. You don’t need to keep your thoughts to yourself, you are only hurting yourself.” She kept on, smiling with fondness. “I understand it’s hard to trust, to allow yourself to give in to strange feelings, but I will only leave you if you wish for me to. Ok? I promise, I want to stay and hear all that goes inside your head, I want to protect you as much as you've been protecting me. Would you let me do that?”

A hesitant nod. A progress, or an emotional response of someone who was just so tired of fighting back, so afraid of losing what he had been building, so hopeful of what it could mean to give in and embrace the sun. Either way, acceptance in the way his head fell back to her body, resting against her ample bosom, focused on the way the rhythm of her heart lulled him back to a better reality. He knew from that moment, he would try to improve himself, if it meant she would keep kissing the top of his head like this, caressing his back and humming a foreign lullaby to calm his raging heart. He could love her fully, if it always felt like this safe haven. And perhaps there was hope, if she was the one who held his heart.

[vilemint]

PINTEREST IS REMOISTENING ME TO A POINT WHERE IM BEING OVER WATERED

[lawomi]

I hate me i love that whole Law is corrupted by his childhood including Rosinante. The whole taking Law against his will to cure him skews his justice, this tends to make him want to ""save"" Y/N, such as forcibly recruiting them or pretending their condition is worse than it is so they stay with him. Love those stupid coercian or stockholm fics, specifically with this character exclusively. He's supposed to be a bit insane, unintentionally.